One Hundred Proposals
“Our flight to New York wasn’t until tonight, so Harry had promised me an easy day. He’d said we could sit by the pool this morning, answer some emails, make some calls. I had plans to have a bit of lie in, Skype Jules by the pool and then maybe have a last wander around a few of the hotels we’d yet to see. I didn’t expect to be woken at some ungodly hour and, with only time for a quick shower, to then be bundled into a jeep. I now found myself bumping along a desert road with nothing but dirt a...nd a few bushes as far as the eye could see. If I didn’t know Harry better, I’d be afraid he was going to kill me and dump my body where no one would ever find it again. There was nothing out here, so quite why we were driving through the wilderness at this time in the morning I didn’t know.
Ok, truth be told, I wasn’t grumpy about the early start, or the never-ending desert, but the forthcoming visit to New York and how many times Chloe’s name had cropped up in the last few days.MoreLess
Ok, truth be told, I wasn’t grumpy about the early start, or the never-ending desert, but the forthcoming visit to New York and how many times Chloe’s name had cropped up in the last few days.MoreLess
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